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Sam, Dean and Angel stopped the impala across the street from an apartment building and got out. All three of them were dressed as employees of the alarm system company. Dean took out a toolbox from the trunk of the car, and they proceeded towards the apartment.

"Alright." Sam pointed, "This is the place."

"You know, I've gotta say… Dad, Angel and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork." Dean smirked as they walked as something came to his mind, "What was that play that you did, Sam? What was it– Our Town."

"I remember that." Angel snapped her fingers and grinned, "Awe, Sammy! You were good, it was cute."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Look, you two wanna pull this off or not?"

"I'm just sayin', these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?"

"Hard earned money?" Angel laughed, "Dean, we paid for these things with someone's else's credit card."

Dean looked at her pointedly, "You think credit card fraud is easy?"

"Fairly, yeah."

In the apartment building…

The three walked down the hall with the landlady as Sam thanked her, "Thanks for letting us look around."

"Well, the police said they were done with the place, so…." She shrugged, "You'll have to work around the electrician. He's here as well."

Angel sent a look to her brother as they all stopped in front of the apartment door, "The electrician?"

She explained as she knocked on the door and led them in, "Yeah, he showed up a few minutes before you three."

Dean shut the apartment door, taking note that the chain on the door was broken. He followed Sam and Angel into the living room, where spots of blood covered the carpet and a man stood smirking at them as he held a roll of duct tape. A man Dean recognized as a fellow hunter and little more than friend to Angel, Asa Fox.

The landlady turned and looked to the three of them, "You guys said you were with the alarm company?"

Dean nodded, sending a look to Asa to follow along, "That's right."

"Well, no offense, but your alarm's about as useful as boobs on a man." She motioned, "This is the electrician… uh what did you say your name was, sweetie?"

"Asa." He shook all their hands before sending a wink to Angel, "Nice to meet you."

"You too, buddy." Dean said before he and Sam shared a look with Angel who shrugged, "We're here to see what went wrong and stop it from happening again."

Sam turned to the landlady, "Now, ma'am, you found the body?" She nodded, "Right after it happened?"

"No. Few days later. Meredith's work called- she hadn't shown up. I knocked on the door. That's when I noticed the smell."

"Any windows open?" Angel asked, "Or any sign of a break-in?"

"No. Windows were locked, front door was bolted. Chain was on the door, we had to cut it just to get in."

"And the alarm was still on?"

"Like I said, bang-up job your company's doin'." She scoffed, "Must be stumped if they need to send three employees and an electrician out here."

"Mmhmm." Dean motioned, "You see any overturned furniture, broken glass, signs of struggle?"

"Everything was in perfect condition- except Meredith."

Asas brow raised, "What condition was that?"

"Meredith was all over. In pieces. The guy who killed her must have been some kind of a whackjob. But I tell you, if I didn't know any better, I'd have said a wild animal did it."

The four hunters looked at each other before Sam turned back to her, "Ma'am, do you mind if we take some time? Give this place a once-over?"

"Oh, well, go right ahead. Join the electrician. Knock yourself out."

After she left Angel and the boys got their EMF readers out and spread around the apartment.

"No need." Asa dismissed them, "There's no EMF, this wasn't a ghost."

Angel smirked, "Not that I'm not happy to see you Ace, but uh what are you doing here?"

"C'mon… A killer walks in and out of the apartment- no weapons, no prints, nothin'." He grinned, "Sounds like a huntin' job to me and I was only an hour out of town so i figured i'd check it out."

"The minute I found that article, I knew this was our kind of gig." Sam agreed, "Hope you don't mind the company."

"For Angel? Nah." He grinned over to the blonde who was shaking her head and smiling before turning back to Dean and Sam, "I've been wanting to meet the infamous little brothers anyway."

"Dean, Sam, this is Asa…" Angel introduced, "He's my… We're…"

"Seeing each other." He shook their hands, looking to her oddly, "When we can anyway…"

Dean grimaced a little, "Guess that's kind of our fault…"

"It's fine, Dean." Angel dismissed, awkwardly and quickly changing the subject, "You said you talked to the cops?"

"Uh, yeah." Dean smirked, "I spoke to Amy, a, uh, charming, perky officer of the law."

"Yeah?" Sam motioned, "What'd you find out?"

Dean sighed dreamily, "Well, she's a Sagittarius. She loves tequila, I mean- wow. Oh, and she's got this little tattoo-"

Angel rolled her eyes, "Move on, Dean."

"Yeah." He cleared his throat, avoiding her and Sam's eye, "Uh, nothin' we don't already know. Except for one thing they're keepin' out of the papers."

Asa asked, "What's that?"

"Meredith's heart was missing."

Sam and the rest of them stood stunned, "Her heart?" He nodded, "So, what do you think did it to her?"

"Even though the landlady said it looked like an animal attack I've ruled out Werewolves." Asa explained, "The lunar cycle isn't right."

"Yeah…" Sam agreed, "Plus, if it was a creature, it would've left some kind of trace. It's probably a spirit."

"Not so sure about that either, but i think we've got something here." Asa motioned to the blood on the carpet and took out duct tape, "I was about to see what when you three came in."

Bending down he used the masking tape to connect each pool of blood. When he finished, the pieces of tape formed an unusual symbol, one that none of them could pinpoint.

He studied it before looking up at the Winchesters, "Ever see that symbol before?"

"Nope."

"No."

"Never."

"Me neither."

At the local bar…

"So…" Asa studied Angel from beside her at the table, "It's been a few weeks since we talked."

"I know…" She frowned, "I'm sorry, Ace. I decided to take a few personal days after the whole Hillbilly Hell thing."

"Which is understandable." Asa nodded as he took her hand, "How are you doin' with all that anyway? And with everything else?"

"I'm fine… I'm just worried about my Dad and there's been a lot happening with my brothers." She shook her head, "I've been a little stressed, I guess."

"Anything i can help with?"

"Not really, its something we have to deal with ourselves." She winked, "But i appreciate the offer."

"Well, regardless of everything else I'm glad you're here and I'm glad we're working this together." He squeezed her hand, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Ace."

Angel smiled, she did miss him and she was glad to see him but everything going on with Sam and her dad was stressful enough. She didn't want him involved in it. She didn't want him hurt.

As Dean flirted with the attractive bartender, Sam entered and looked around. Dean noticed him, took one last drink, and then smiled at the bartender before he left. They all met up at Asa and Angels table in the back.

"Alright." Dean sat, "I talked to the bartender."

Sam looked up from their fathers journal, "Did you get anything?"

Angel gave him a warning eye, "Besides her number, hornball?"

"Dude, I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think like that."

Angel and Sam gave him a knowing look as Asa looked on in entertainment.

Dean chuckled and held up a napkin that had a phone number scribbled on it, "Alright, yeah."

"You mind doin' a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?"

"I agree with Sam."

"Give the kid a break, Angie." Asa shifted her, winking, "He's just having some fun."

"Yeah, Angie." Dean teased earning a glare so he moved on, "Look, there's nothing to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables, everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died, so…" He shrugged, "What about that symbol, you find anything?"

"Nope, nothing." Sam shook his head, "It wasn't in Dad's journal or in any of the usual books."

"That just means we gotta dig a little deeper, Kid." Asa said as he took a drink, "It's gotta have a history."

"Well, there was a first victim, right?" Dean asked, "Before Meredith?"

"Right, yeah." Sam pulled out a newspaper clipping concerning the first death, "His name was, uh- his name was Ben Swardstrom. Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal- the door was locked, the alarm was on."

Asa studied the clipping, "Is there any connection between the two of them?"

"Not that I can tell- I mean, not yet, at least. Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common- they were practically from different worlds."

"Let's take a breather and recap then…" Angel started then frowned as they all silently looked around at each other blank faced, "Yeah, we've got nothing…"

Dean smirked, "Hey, we got the bartender's phone number."

Something across the room seemed to catch Sam's eye. Without a word, he got up and walked away from the table as the three others watched him curiously.

Dean turned, "Sam?" When he didn't turn back around, Dean turned back to Asa and Angel, "Something I said?"

Angel craned her neck to see Sam reach another table where a young woman with short blonde hair was sitting. He put his hand on her shoulder, and she turned around, a pleasantly surprised look on her face.

"Uh, no…" Angel motioned, "I think he knows he or something."

Asa looked as well, "Old girlfriend?"

"No… The one from Stanford is dead and we would recognize if he met her on the road." Angel sighed when Dean took off after them at the sight of the girl, "I'll be back."

Dean and Angel came up behind him, Angel unable to reach and stop Dean from interrupting.

Sam gave her a curious look, "I thought you were goin' to California?"

"Oh, I did." She grinned, "I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, and I met what's-his-name, something Michael Murray at a bar."

"Who?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter." She waved, "Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while."

Dean cleared his throat, but he was promptly ignored by the both of them. Angel hit him in the arm and tried dragging him away but he stayed put.

Sam continued to look at her oddly, "You're from Chicago?"

"No, Massachusetts- Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other?"

"Yeah, I know…" Sam's face still read shock and confusion, "I thought I'd never see you again."

"Well, I'm glad you were wrong."

Sam nodded with a smile as Dean cleared his throat again, even louder this time.

The blonde turned to him and scoffed, "Dude, cover your mouth."

Dean's eyes became wide at that as Sam turned, finally noticing he and Angel were standing there, "Yeah, um, I'm sorry, Meg." He motioned between the two of them, "This is, uh- this is my brother, Dean and my sister Angel."

Surprise filled her face, "They are Angel and Dean?"

Dean grinned at the recognition as Angel regarded the woman with an eyebrow raise.

Sam smiled, "Yeah."

Dean shifted forward with a smirk, "So, you've heard of me?"

"Oh, yeah. I've heard of you. Both of you." She glared between them, "Nice- the way two you treat your brother like luggage."

Dean's eyes widened yet again, "Uh, sorry?"

"Excuse me, lady?" Angel glared at her as she crossed her arms, "What the hell does that mean?"

"Why don't you two let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over God's green earth."

Angel tried to push Dean out of the way as she charged forward, "Yo, who the hell do you think-"

"Girls, girls." Sam quickly stepped in as Dean blocked their sister from walking forward, "Meg, it's alright."

The three of them looked around at each other quietly before Dean whistled, "Okay, awkward." He motioned, "We'll just… go get a drink or something."

Angel sent a death glare over to Sam before following Dean back to the table.

Asa looked between them as he studied Angel's irritated face, "What the hell was that about?"

"I don't know." She scoffed, "Sam's girlfriend's got a slick mouth."